yesterday morning i was doing laundry. the kids were playing. and pretending. will was forcing sophie, or gloria, to go shopping. gloria is frances' little sister on frances. as in bread and jam for frances, frances. they wanted me to play with them so i told them i would play the store clerk stocking the shelves as i needed to put the laundry away in our closet. and this was the conversation:
will (dragging sophie by the arm): we're pretending to play store. come on, gloria.
me: ok. i'll stock the shelves. who are you shopping for today young man?
will: a turtle.
me: a turtle? what size does he wear?
will: a back.
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